satire
Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.
British people who say ‘asshole’ instead of ‘arsehole’ are ‘massive t**ts’ finds study
A study exploring the ever-evolving quirks of British speakers of the English language has confirmed that those who choose to say the invasive American ‘asshole’ over the classic British ‘arsehole’ are ‘massive twats of the highest order’.
By jamie harding4 years ago in Humans
The 7 Emotional Abuse That Narcissists Inflict On Their Supply
Narcissistic abuse can be a tricky form of abuse to hone in on — and this is most often due to how sneaky the attacks are. Narcissists will not attack you physically because it may hurt their image.
By Frederick Emerson4 years ago in Humans
Hieronymus
I. Tragic dying mess, an endless flow in the veins of the mind, we spill forth unto the world, crushingly. We are a blur, the smallest invention, lost to indifference, and what becomes of the stars and the world fixed perfectly between our infinitesimal eyes? Our thoughts are worn, conflicted, and idiosyncratic—melting and blending into the abstractions of memory in the form of repeating devastation. Oh, how the mind churns on itself, inwardly, never capable of capturing the infinite reaches of life! We are tired, yet we are always moving, and there is nothing in the sky, and everything is already here. Everything is already made, waiting to be destroyed; repeat, system. Decay holds so much consecrated beauty! All tangible things of tragic lust and abusive blood, lost explosions we can never see, lost exploding hearts we fail to feel. We sense the loss, and we asphyxiate in ambrosial arches, bending the mind beyond distant dreams, carrying that ephemeral disease of subconscious oceans of colors! We cannot control our erratic hearts, our nasty little habits that flow with temptation. We experience the void and all that derives from it. Lascivious feelings, invisible touches, and false promises, chiseled deep in the symposium of fading, desirable dreams. Is this our only world? Are we surfacing from our abandoned and quivering bodies, in its own fortress of nothingness, never reaching past dying angels? Can we burn? Can we trace starlight scars? Can we finally become and make one less singular error in common places?
By Justin Fong Cruz4 years ago in Humans
Wilson
When you feel that plummeting exhaustion, plan a trip to New York City and hope the change of scenery will dispel the disquietude that clenches in your body. Blame the isolation of the pandemic for the heightening sense of anxiety that is advancing on you as insidiously as middle age. Convince yourself that Covid is an acceptable excuse, a blanket defense, then recognize that this is specious reasoning but concede anyway because it’s easier than frisking the fringes of your psyche for some other plausible cause. Ignore, with an olympic strength, the idea that some ruinous neurosis is lurking behind your fear.
By Anissa Bejaoui4 years ago in Humans
The time you faced rejection
Rejection does not have to be as big as graduating from high school, joining a team, or being asked to promote. Everyday situations can lead to feelings of rejection, such as if you don’t laugh at your joke and no one remembers keeping a place at the lunch table or someone you like to talk to. Rejection is something we all do all the time, but that doesn't mean someone doesn't like you or doesn't appreciate what is important.
By Rosan Pandey4 years ago in Humans
What is it?
We stand here in a circle. Silent and staring. The light flickers. Our shadows dance a subtle jig. An object sits before us on a raised platform. It’s simple yet alluring. Taunting us to step forward. To grab a handful of its beautiful exterior. What would it feel like to fall for its playful teasing? Would it be soft? Hard? Heavy?
By Rafe Kaplan4 years ago in Humans
Apocalypse 2020
The year is 2020, it started as every year does, with trepidation, hope, promise and in January. January lasted for precisely 73 days, followed by the shortest February on record, lasting just over 10 minutes and 24 seconds. Then along marched March and March laughed in the face of January and February, March laughed at us all. For it was March that said ‘Cancel your plans people, I have another idea!’ We all said ‘No March, how could you?!’ In horrified unison, but March didn’t care. It was the start of the quarantine, a word we only knew from history books and sci-fi films, but soon came to know very well indeed. Quarantine meant queuing outside of the shop, far away from your fellow quarantiners, but close enough to wonder what good the mask was doing around their chin while they had a smoke, or the gloves they were wearing whilst picking their teeth, often muttering ‘I prefer it like this, it would be better if they had this queue system permanently’.
By Bethanie Clark4 years ago in Humans
Corey's cake
Corey arrived home from work at around 2 am, he is the closing manager at a local restaurant, he had not had time at work to really eat anything, so he had brought home a sandwich and a slice of chocolate cake. Yes, he knew he didn’t need the cake, but they made their deserts from scratch at the restaurant and the chocolate cake was by far the best they had, or at least in Corey’s opinion. He got himself set up in front of the tv in the living room, turned on the tv set, made sure it wasn’t too loud and prepared to eat his sandwich. After a bit he thought he would like a drink and went into the kitchen to get a glass of juice, upon making it to the fridge he saw the note held to the fridge door by a magnet “can you start a load of laundry, love you”. After doing so he sat back down to continue eating, “Damnit” he thought to himself as he remembered the drink he never poured.
By Clay Wilkinson5 years ago in Humans
Bad Coffee
‘What’s that?’ the noticeably sleep-deprived taxi driver asks, whilst looking back at me in the smudged rear-view mirror. ‘Oh, this?' — I lift up the opened, transparent cartridge that has thick, red liquid inside — ‘it’s just replacement juice for my vaporiser. I am filling her up.’
By A.R. Lerwill5 years ago in Humans
How the FL DEO did what my kids never could- Broke both my bank & my spirit
I have been meaning to write this story for at least a few months now. Each time I tried, however, I was immediately reminded of my reality and all that it entails. The truth is this: I simply have too many kids to expect elaborate things like completing thoughts or making time for self-care. Couple that with my fear of rejection and you'll quickly arrive at a disheveled and distracted me, unable to string even a few sentences together. Plus it certainly can't help that I am: A.) Superstitious as all hell and am afraid that writing it would somehow sabotage my chances of getting it resolved and B.) Afraid of any comments along the lines of “Be grateful that you got what you got and go back to work lady!"
By Francesca Crespo aka The Industry Momma5 years ago in Humans
